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| Find the bird. |
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| Striped sunset for the record books |
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| Town of New Shoreham under harvest moon last night. Tonight is full. |
It was the hippiest dippiest holiday I had ever celebrated. Taiwan, 1971, the Mid-Autumn Moon Festival. As it grew dark, Ping and her family took me to a temple high above Taipei. We spread out blankets and a feast and listened to other citydwellers doing the same in the nightwoods. Playing music. The guzheng, the pipa, flutes. Laughing, drinking, eating and bathing in the bright moonlight. I think of it every year at this time. I don't have any mooncakes here in Block Island, but if the moon is out, I will be too.
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